Random Kokudou shit I imagine while writing my exams. [DISCONTINUED]

A Little Spill?

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Kokushibo:

Maybe I was taken aback by this sudden action. I'd never imagined the upper two to be so... weak. Anyways, who was I to meddle in this personal matter of his, anyways? He still felt a pang of guilt in his heart.

Douma:

Eh? Kokushibo-dono~? *He could see the slight emotion of confusion on his face* Ah! Sorry for making you witness that ordeal. It's not much of a big deal. Anyways, what do you want to do now, Kokushibo- dono~? He said, with a hint of mischief in his voice.

Kokushibo:

I'm just here to wait out the morning. Not to play games with you. 

God damn this guy was beautiful, even with blood in his hair.

Douma's POV:

Really? That's such a pity. I was looking forward to spending some time with you~. He said, with a pout. I guess I'll leave you to it then. He said, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice.

Kokushibo's POV:

Shit. This ego never seems to leave me.

(Hot Springs)

No one's POV:

It's not a surprise that Douma could afford his own inbuilt Hot Springs. He was a cult leader after all, that made him quite the rich person. He decides to rest in the Hot Springs, after all, no one's stamina is never ending. Demons also need to relax, isn't that so?

Douma's POV:
Ah shit. Darn that stupid butterfly girls poison. Well, there's nothing a warm bath can't fix. He plopped his clothes onto the ground as he wrapped a towel around his waist while carefully seating himself into the steaming pool.

Finally, some peace and quiet from those followers always begging me for my blessings. How selfish, he thought to himself.

(Meanwhile)

Kokushibo's POV:

How could Douma let a weak human boss him around? I truly can't understand him. I dare say his room is quite a nicely-kept place. He propped himself upon the bed. 

His scent is everywhere. Just what I like.

Wait.....Do I....??

He blushed as he thought of the platinum-blonde man.

Well shit.